Dhia Eddine on Pexles
We open the door
whenever we close our eyes
and it leads us on.
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C. R. Drinkwater
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WHISPERING PINES.
In the stillness of the northern woods, Where the pines stand tall and the air Is crisp with the scent of pine needles and earth, I find you, my love, in the whisper of the trees, In the gentle rustle of leaves, in the quiet Moments that speak of a love As enduring as the forest, as timeless as the stars.
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